The morning sun felt warm and bright as it shined down on the muddy, broken training ground.
Shinra stood there, completely covered in dirt, looking at his father.
Tajima had just put his sword away and said those mysterious words: “It is time.” Before Shinra could even ask what his father meant, a familiar, pleasant chime rang softly inside his head.
Time seemed to slow down for a second.
The bright blue screen of the system popped up right in front of his eyes.
[Ding!] [Hidden Achievement Unlocked: Facing a Mountain!] [Details: You have engaged in direct, high-level combat against a true Kage-level shinobi.
You did not run away, and you held your ground against a warrior with decades of life-or-death experience.] [Calculating Reward…] [Reward: B-Rank Ninjutsu – Fire Style: Ash Pile Burning (Katon: Haisekishō) has been distributed to your inventory.] Shinra kept his face perfectly calm, but inside, he was very happy.
He instantly felt the new knowledge flow into his brain.
He learned exactly how to gather chakra in his throat and blow out a massive, thick cloud of dark gunpowder ash.
It wasn’t just smoke; the ash would surround the enemy, blinding them and making them cough.
Then, with a simple click of his teeth, he could ignite the entire cloud, creating a massive, unavoidable explosion.
It was a brilliant jutsu.
It wasn’t just raw power; it was a clever trap.
It was the perfect addition to his fire style collection.
Shinra blinked, and the blue screen faded away into nothing.
“Follow me, you three,” Tajima said.
His rough, raspy voice was no longer loud and scary like it was during the fight.
It was quiet and full of purpose.
Tajima turned around and started walking toward the back of the massive Uchiha compound, away from the family house and away from the busy dirt streets.
Madara picked up his scythe from the grass and strapped it to his back.
He jogged over to Shinra, his dark eyes full of curiosity.
“Where is Father taking us?” Madara whispered, trying to sound like a serious ninja, but he was clearly just as curious as a normal nine-year-old boy.
“He usually goes to the main hall to drink tea and yell at the Grand Elders after a morning spar.” “I don’t know, Madara,” Shinra smiled, wiping some dried mud off his cheek.
“But he looks like he has something important on his mind.
Let’s just follow him and see.” Izuna ran up beside them, his neat ponytail bouncing.
He grabbed the edge of Shinra’s shirt.
“Do you think we are going to get breakfast?
I am so hungry, Shinra-nii.
Fighting makes my tummy rumble.” “You only fought the training dummy for five minutes, Izuna,” Madara teased, poking his little brother in the shoulder.
“Hey!
I was practicing my footwork!” Izuna pouted, crossing his arms.
“Shinra-nii said footwork is important!” “Alright, you two, behave,” Shinra laughed softly.
The three brothers walked side by side, following their father’s tall, strong back.
They walked past the quiet training grounds and entered a part of the compound that the younger boys rarely visited.
The path turned from packed dirt to smooth, old stepping stones.
The trees here were huge, their thick branches blocking out the sun and creating deep, cool shadows.
It felt peaceful, but also very serious.
At the end of the stone path, built directly into the side of a tall, rocky mountain, was a large stone building.
It didn’t have any windows.
The walls were made of massive, heavy gray blocks.
In the front were two giant iron doors, painted with the red and white fan of the Uchiha clan.
Standing in front of the iron doors were four elite guards.
They wore heavy armor, and their eyes were glowing blood-red.
They had their Sharingan fully activated, watching the shadows for any sign of trouble.
When they saw Clan Head Tajima approaching, the guards quickly deactivated their eyes and bowed deeply.
“Open the doors,” Tajima ordered simply.
The guards grabbed the heavy iron rings and pulled.
The doors let out a loud, heavy groan that echoed through the quiet trees.
They slowly swung open, revealing a dark, cool hallway inside.
“Come inside,” Tajima told his sons.
Shinra, Madara, and Izuna stepped into the building.
The air inside smelled like old paper, dried ink, and dust.
The guards lit a few torches on the walls, casting a warm, flickering orange light over the massive room.
Izuna’s eyes went wide.
Madara actually gasped out loud.
The room was absolutely huge.
Carved out of the solid rock of the mountain, it was filled with row after row of tall wooden shelves.
Every single shelf was packed with scrolls.
Some scrolls were brand new and bright white.
Others were old, cracked, and yellow, looking like they would fall apart if you touched them too hard.
“What is this place, Father?” Madara asked, his voice naturally dropping to a whisper because the room felt so ancient and important.
“This is the heart of our family,” Tajima said, walking slowly down the center aisle.
He reached out and gently touched an old, dusty scroll.
“These are the Uchiha Clan Archives.
Every jutsu our ancestors ever invented, every battle tactic they ever wrote down, every secret of the Sharingan…
it is all kept right here in this room.” Shinra looked around the massive room.
He felt a warm, good feeling growing in his chest.
It was amazing to see hundreds of generations of Uchiha knowledge gathered in one safe place.
However, deep down in his mind, Shinra knew he didn’t actually depend on this room.
He had the magical system in his head.
The system gave him perfectly mastered jutsu instantly, without needing to spend years reading dusty scrolls.
But still, Shinra was a very smart boy.
He knew that having access to all these old, forgotten clan secrets, clever traps, and special sword styles would definitely come in handy one day.
A smart ninja never said no to extra tools.
“I brought you three here today because you have all proven yourselves,” Tajima said, turning to face his sons.
The flickering torchlight danced across his scarred face.
“You survived the ambush.
You awakened your eyes.
You showed me that you are not just children anymore.
You are true Uchiha warriors.” Tajima looked down at his youngest son.
His dark eyes were filled with a soft, fatherly warmth.
“Izuna,” Tajima said gently.
“You are young, but you have the heart of a lion.
Starting today, you are allowed to enter this building whenever you want.
You have permission to read and learn any C-Rank or B-Rank jutsu scroll in these archives.
Practice them well.” Izuna’s face completely lit up.
He looked like a kid who had just been handed the keys to a candy store.
“Really?!
Any B-Rank jutsu?!
Thank you, Father!
I’m going to learn how to blow fire out of my nose!” Madara rolled his eyes at his little brother’s silly comment, but he was standing perfectly straight, eagerly waiting for his turn.
Tajima looked at his middle son.
He knew Madara was a genius.
He knew Madara loved to fight and learn.
“Madara,” Tajima said, his voice a little more serious.
“Your mind is sharp, and your two-tomoe eyes are strong.
I am granting you access up to the A-Rank scrolls.
You can study advanced fire techniques, high-level sword styles, and complex illusions.
Use them to protect your brother.” Madara’s chest puffed up with absolute pride.
A massive, excited smile broke across his face.
A-Rank jutsu!
Those were the techniques used by the strongest adults in the clan.
He could already imagine himself throwing massive fire dragons and becoming strong enough to never lose a fight again.
“I will not let you down, Father,” Madara promised, bowing his head respectfully.
Then, Tajima turned to Shinra.
The room went quiet.
Madara and Izuna looked at their older brother.
They wondered what kind of reward Shinra was going to get.
He had just fought their father to a standstill.
He was already stronger than most of the adults.
Tajima looked deep into Shinra’s black eyes.
There was no anger, no harsh warlord mask.
Just absolute, complete trust.
“Shinra,” Tajima said, his voice echoing softly against the stone walls.
“For you…
there are no limits.
Every single shelf, every locked box, every forbidden scroll in this entire building is unlocked for you.
Nothing is hidden from you anymore.” Madara’s jaw dropped.
“Everything?!” “Everything,” Tajima nodded.
“You possess the Matured Sharingan, and a body that defies logic.
You have earned the right to know every secret this family has to offer.” Shinra felt a warm, heavy feeling in his chest.
In the ninja world, knowledge was power.
Clans guarded their secrets with their lives.
By giving him the keys to the entire archive, Tajima was saying that he trusted Shinra with the very future of the Uchiha.
“Thank you, Father,” Shinra said, bowing his head deeply.
“I will use this knowledge wisely.” Madara crossed his arms and pouted just a little bit.
He was happy for his brother, but his competitive spirit was definitely stinging.
“Well, that’s not fair.
Shinra-nii already knows a jutsu without hand seals.
If he reads all these scrolls, I’ll never catch up to him!” “Then you better start reading, Madara,” Shinra teased, poking his brother in the forehead.
Tajima let out a low, rumbling laugh.
It was a good, happy sound.
“The jutsu are only part of the reason I brought you here today, Shinra,” Tajima said.
His smile slowly faded, and his face turned back to the serious, heavy look of a Clan Head.
Tajima walked over to Shinra and placed a large, warm hand firmly on the boy’s shoulder.
“You showed me incredible power in the training ground today,” Tajima explained, his dark eyes looking directly into Shinra’s.
“You have the strength of a monster.
But raw power is only half of what makes a true leader.
A man who only knows how to punch and throw fire is just a weapon.
A true Clan Head must know how to build, how to plan, and how to govern.” Shinra stood perfectly still, listening closely.
He knew exactly what his father was saying.
In his past life on Earth, he knew that politicians and smart planners usually ruled over the strong soldiers.
“We have five years of peace ahead of us,” Tajima continued, his voice heavy with responsibility.
“During this time, we need to rebuild our homes.
We need to manage our food, negotiate with the smaller clans around us, and deal with the Grand Elders who want to steal our power.” Tajima squeezed Shinra’s shoulder.
“Starting tomorrow morning,” Tajima announced, “your time playing as a simple soldier is over.
You will no longer just train in the dirt.
You will sit by my side in the main hall.
You will attend the clan meetings.
You will help me read the reports, assign the missions, and manage the wealth of the Uchiha.” Izuna blinked in confusion.
“Shinra-nii has to do paperwork?
But paper is boring!
Why can’t he just fight the bad guys?” “Because paperwork keeps the bad guys away, Izuna,” Shinra answered softly, a small, genuine smile growing on his face.
Madara looked at Shinra with a newfound respect.
He understood what this meant.
Their father wasn’t just giving Shinra a job.
Tajima was officially preparing Shinra to take over the clan.
He was making Shinra his right-hand man.
“I am making you my assistant, Shinra,” Tajima said proudly.
“I will teach you how to rule.
I will show you how to handle the elders, and how to keep our people fed.
It will be hard work.
It will be exhausting.
Will you accept this duty?” Shinra didn’t hesitate for a single second.
He didn’t just want to be a strong ninja who swung a sword.
He wanted to change the tragic, sad fate of his little brothers.
He wanted to stop the endless cycle of hatred.
To do that, he needed real power.
He needed political control.
“I accept, Father,” Shinra said clearly, his voice filled with absolute confidence.
“I will help you lead this family to greatness.” Tajima smiled a wide, proud smile.
He pulled Shinra into a quick, strong hug, patting him heavily on the back.
“Good,” Tajima said, stepping back.
He looked at his three sons, his heart completely full.
“Now, Izuna is right.
My stomach is empty.
Let’s go home and eat breakfast.
Tomorrow, the real work begins.” “Finally!” Izuna cheered, running toward the big iron doors.
“I want extra rice!” Madara chuckled, walking after his little brother.
“You always want extra rice, you little pig.” As his brothers and his father walked out of the cool, dusty archives, Shinra stayed behind for just a moment.
He looked at the endless rows of ancient scrolls.
He had the physical strength of a Senju, the perfect eyes of an Uchiha, and a mind full of modern knowledge from another world.
And now, he had the political authority to actually use it all.
Five years, Shinra thought to himself, feeling a rush of warm, exciting energy in his chest.
I have five years of peace to make this clan untouchable.
He turned around and walked out into the bright morning sun, ready to face whatever tomorrow would bring.